Sarah
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Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A private investigator is hired to investigate some financial trickery. An assistant, a forensic accountant, accompanies him, and despite her initial holier-than-thou attitude, her own marriage, in shambles, drives her into the arms of the private dick. It's a torrid affair, her doing sexual things with and learning sexual things from this guy as she learns what it is like not to be ignored.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cheating Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex
“I’m not completely stupid,” I said. “I’m smart enough to have stayed single. Look, if you’re not comfortable working with someone who does this for a living, I’m sorry I wasted your time.” I stood and turned toward the door.
“Wait!” she cried. “Please. Oh, dammit, I’m not good at this.” Suddenly, her bluster was gone. “Won’t you sit down?”
I did. I looked at her, waiting for her to continue. She was staring at the screen-saver on her computer monitor, playing absent-mindedly with a wisp of her hair that was draped over her chest. She took a deep breath, and then broke into a weak smile.
“That’s probably the worst job I’ve done introducing myself since I was about twelve,” she said. “May I start over?”
I stood up, smiled, and extended my hand, just as I had done before. “Hello, I’m Don Croswell.”
She gave me a smirk, stood, and said, “Good to meet you, Don. I’m Sarah Blevins.” She laughed as we shook hands. “Please, sit down. Would you like a water?” She swiveled in her chair and got two bottles from her mini-fridge. “I’m a competent accountant. My records prove that. I also have a very good nose for bullshit.”
“That’s what I need. This guy is hiding something. I’m just not sure where or how.”
She said, “When my boss told me about this assignment, I was anxious to work with you because of what you do, not who you work for. You expose liars. You search for the truth. That’s what I do, too. Look, Don, I’m sorry, but I’m guilty of a little bit of hero worship here. You look at the whole picture. All I do is give you some financial details.”
“If you can give me those details, I’ll make sure my employers know exactly how valuable your assistance was. There may be need for your services in the future, if you’re willing.”
“I have a career with this firm. As I understand it, the boss is basically ‘renting’ me to you,” she said.
“That’s right, and I’m not in a position to offer anyone a job anyway, but I’ve given references before that have gotten a little freelance work for some people. In one way or another, we’re all in the information business. Networking is important, and I’ve got a big address book,” I said.
“Let’s see if I can help you first,” she answered.
“How do you want to start?”
“With lunch. There’s a cafe downstairs.”
“I saw it,” I said. “I’m on an expense account, so my employer is buying. I’ll drive.”
We walked through the parking garage, Sarah stopping to get an attache case from her minivan. I had parked my rental car out where people were less likely to hit it.
“Oh my,” Sarah murmured when I hit the remote locks on the silver Mercedes SLK. “I never rode in one of those.”